When
the sun has left the earth in lonely darkness,
and light seeks the hand of sombre shades of matter
lest all fall into oblivion,
the mystery by its intensity
makes you appear an explosion of colour
born of the meeting 'tween darkness and light.
Strange
spectacle, leaving time behind!
Floods
of light
give birth and growth to life;
Floods of sunlight,
through your rays
I pour forth my forms,
I release the raging elements -
tempests, storms and whirlwinds!
Light, go cradle my sweet dreams,
light of enchanting rhyme!

In
your mystery
I reach out,
and seize Your substance;
and through the portal of my soul
I shape You,
transform You!
I
strive
for this new communion
between heaven and earth.
Of my dreams I make melodies,
my other selves,
mankind,
creator of life,
creator of the Gods.

Your
silence is my Music...
Music,
you spirit me afar,
bear me away enchanted.
I
hear these harmonies of silence,
my soul in ecstacy,
and my breath cut short,
for all bursts forth in a rainbow of poems
on the white of the canvas.
...And in my torment,
I stir together
sounds and notes,
tints and shades,
melodies and colours
to breathe in this warmth
both human and divine.

In
my cosmic vision,
cosmic creations...
A cloak woven by rays,
purer than crystal,
brighter than the sun...
eternal youth
of peerless beauty.
In
my cosmic vision
where the galaxies end,
I feel my heartbeats...
In the silence left by your voice
I am stunned and lost;
But my visions are as pure and calm
as the First Dawn.
Joseph
Matar
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Translated from French: K.J.Mortimer